He could remember being human. His eyes snapped open and it all came back in a rush - like a montage in a cheesy movie, only he couldn't decide on the soundtrack. Oh, wait - Beck. "Loser." Perfect song. Doughnut-fetcher, coffee-seeker, butt-monkey, Zeppo; Cordy's dildo, Buffy's slave, Willow's charity case, Giles' annoyance, mom and dad's waste of time and air and sperm. Heh. I'm a loser, baby, so why don't you kill me.

"Spike," he whispered, sibilant through fangs.

"Yes."